Sith vs. Jedi War

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

(Sorry General, I just cant wait. I have to post! Thanks to the help of Matt, I managed to make something up.)


The droids go through the long and strenuous task of unfreezing him from that block of ice that was his icy tomb. They striped his body of clothing, putting his corpse in the Bacta Tank to finish thawing him. They leave the room to take care of other duties, leaving the thawing corpse alone. Besides, what’s going to happen to it. It’s just and worthless corpse. They place his clothing, helmet and armour together on a table in the dressing room.

Time passes, his lifeless corpse starring through the thick, clear, blue gel-like substance that fills the Tank he is in. His hands start to twitch, his body reviving the life it once had. His eye sight comes back, his eyes shifting back and forth, adjusting to the view. Presses his hands up against the glass door of the thank. His left robotic hand moving slowly, still a little frozen. It too had to adjust to being alive again. Breaks the glass with a punch, the gel quickly flowing out and to the floor below. His body flows out with it, as if caught in a raging stream. He lands on his hands and knees, slowly standing up and looking around at this new place. The first place he’s seen in countless years. The scars that covered his body were barely visible now, due to the healing effect of the blue gel. Quickly turns the key to his heart, being a little stiff to turn at first, since it has been frozen for God knows how long. Starts walking, trying not to slip on the blue gel that covers the floor. A computerized voice comes up, introducing him to this place. Telling him where each floor can be located. This much be some kind of welcoming message, turning on when he broke through the glass. Doesn’t pay that much attention to what the voice is saying, searching for his clothing and weaponry. Quickly his head jerks up in full attention when he hears “dressing room” come out from the computerized voice. Dressing room. Perfect. He could get some clothes to wear. Slowly walks out of the room, following the directions giving to reach the dressing room. Walks into the dressing room, looking around for any other life forms. No one. Good. He was alone. Looks around for a while until he comes up to HIS own clothes. What luck, his clothes, armour, helmet and even his sword were displayed on a single table. Feels over his rusted armour, wondering if it’ll still prove some use. Quickly dresses in his clothing uniform and even his armour, even though it is rusted. Puts on his mask, grabbing his blades up and slowly twirling them around to get the feel for them again. Stops, snapping his neck and relaxing his shoulders, putting on his gun holster and placing his gun inside. Now he has to find out where he was at, what year is it. What he is doing back. Who brought him back. So many questions, yet no voice to ask them with. Oh well, surely he would learn what he needs to know if he finds the ‘boss’ of this place. Walks out of the dressing room, only to stop and go back in, closing the door and pressing his back up against the door. He saw someone coming this way. Stays silent, not wanting to start a fight just yet. Not until he learns where he’s at. He should’ve listened to that welcoming computer message. Hears the person pass by, slowly opening the door and looking at over at the man who passed. What was this? A robot? How could this be? He thought about this for a moment, cocking his head to the side. He must have been frozen longer then he thought. Watches the robot cross the corner. Good, he was away. Steps back out, slowly and silently making his way down the hallway. A alarm starts ringing, red alarm lights flashing all over. That robot must have went to check on him, only to learned that he had escaped. This wasn’t good. The people, or creatures, that brought him here wouldn’t alarm of his escape unless they needed him. Or wanted him. Wanted him dead even. But that didn’t make since. Why bring him back to life only to kill him again? There had to be something more to this. Thinking will have to wait for later, though. Makes his way down the halls, searching for a exit, or maybe a computer with information of his location.

Upon his search, two guard storm troopers find him. They both aim their guns at him. “Halt! Who are you and what are you doing here? Are you with the Rebels?” They had questions, but he didn’t have answers. Even if he did, he couldn’t tell them. That’s a effect of having no lips. Starts to twirl his blades in defense to their threat. Both guards immediately fire they’re guns at him. Although he did block the attack with his spinning blades, they just burnt through the edge of his blades and through his body. Guess steel cant deflect lasers. No matter, he could still take care of these two.
The guards are puzzled by the lack of effect the shots gave off, even though it was clear that they hit him and went through. He didn’t hesitate to take this to his advantage. Quickly he slices his blades down at them, twirling them at them continuously. Both guards dropped to the floor, now dead and bloody from the attack. That was easy, he thought. But he didn’t know that they were just ants compared to the real threats here. He will learn this soon enough, though. Continues down the hall, searching.

(How was that? Good enough?)

[Redeemer]

(This is basically what he looks like except a different mask.)

Matthus felt the dark energy flow into him. He opened his eyes from inside of the mask and saw the world in a different light.He saw people from their force aura.Then he blinked and saw normal again.

The masters lit their blades ready for a fight.

Matthus too lit both ends of his saber.He lifted his head up and yelled a battle-like roar/scream. The temple shook and he dashed forward.The 2 Masters barely dodged.They used force push but he fought it off. Matthus did a front kick putting the force into and one of the masters flew across the room.

In a flury of attacks and blocks Matthus battled the other. For just playing with him the master was doing good. Matthus stepped back, and the other master tried to strike him from behind. Doing a back flip Matthus cut off the Master's head.

"Its only you and me, do you want to surrender Sarish?"
Matthus asked.

Then Sarish ran at him. "NEVER!!!!" Matthus laughed and said.

"Your choice, to bad, now you will die."

Matthus ducked and stopped his blade at Sarish's neck.Then he did a backflip kick. Putting his blade away he got ready for his darkest ability.

Sarish came at him and he paryed, then kicked him in the gut. He used force strike.Sending him across the floor.Matthus's hand lit up with dark blackish-redish light.The beam of lightning like energy hit sarish.He convulsed then he shriveled up and turned to dust.Matthus had drained his life......

[DachandesHonor]

Grievous walked forward, his cloak enshrouding all but his long neck and head. His eyes narrowed as he saw Meegan talking to Kroenen, trying to calm him down apparently. He didnt know if Kroenen even felt emotions, but anger was possible. Thats why Tyranus had enjoyed training Grievous, in fact. Unlike the Dark Jedi he had trained, Grievous hadnt been a task in coercing him to unleash his hatred and anger.

He had no problem releasing the seething dark feelings he felt for the Jedi. For their skills, and what they were he respected them as fellow warriors. But their order was disgusting, a revolting pillar created from their self righteous opinions.

He placed a hand on Meegans shoulder, gently moving her aside. He bowed lightly to Kroenen, knowing that he would most likely recognize Grievous. He examined the Cononel for a moment, realizing that he evidently had a slight run in with the Guards. Strom Troopers most likely, Grievous was linked to all the droids in the facility, so he had sent a wave link letting the more aggresive of his followers know Kroenen was a friend. Storm Troopers, pathetic weak excuses for shock troops.

"Welcome Kroenen," He began. "It has been a long time, no?"

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

Brings his twirling blades to a stop. Eyes the whitely cloaked creature. Cocks his head to the side, trying to remember who this creature was. He’s been frozen for some time now, so its only natural that its going to take a while for him to remember some things. Luckily he hasn’t forgotten how to kill. This image from the past slowly began to come back to him, especially upon hearing its voice. It was the General.
Salutes him, giving a slight bow. Recites the Generals words in his head, “it has been a long time.” Just how long has it been, he wondered.
Tries to remember his last moments before he was frozen, but that just came out as a blur. Oh well, that’s the past. Now he just has to focus on this new future. He had plenty of questions to ask the General, basically about where he’s at and how he got here, but since he lost that crude voice box the General gave him before he was frozen, the questions will have to wait.
Looks behind him, thinking of the bloody mess and trail of deed troops he left. It’s not that he felt bad or sorry about them, just the opposite, in fact. It was great to be able to kill again. Like awaking from a long and unwanted sleep. However, it came to him that evidently those soldiers were the Generals men. This may have angered him. Well, if the General does get mad, he can always tell him it was in self defense. Of course he’ll have to wait to tell him, until he gets another little machine he can use to talk with like before.

[Redeemer]

Matthus felt the mask, and its dark power. It gave him so much extra physical strength and force power.But it also gave him so much knoledge on the darkest force abilities, and the darkest creations. One of the many caught in Matthus's mind. He would confront his most powerful followers.

Matthus heard as the temple opened and walked out.He smelt death in the air. Sa'cre and Chroi must have slain the Jedi in the area. He walked onto the ship and called them. As they entered the ship. Matthus felt their energy, and knew they felt the great surge in his.

"Now Sa'cre get us to the temple." Matthus commanded.

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Sameth pushed the rubble off of him. "That sith has such great power. And he slayed all of us. I must report to Luke."

Sam ran to his ship to tell luke.

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As Matthus entered the temple he went to find Grievious.As he came closer he saw a familar figure.

"COLONEL KROENEN! My old friend.But how i thought the emperor had killed you so long ago." As he talked the mask switched to that force vision mode. "Oh, this is amazing. I would much like to talk to you both Grievious and Kroenen. Follow me to my quarters."

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

Looks over at this new comer who just arrived. How did he know his name? Wait… that voice. He didn’t recognize the mask, but that voice. A voice from his past. He starts to twirl his blades in anger as the memory slowly returns. The traitor. But whats this, he’s being friendly? And the General doesn’t seem angered at his presence. He must not be remembering everything just yet. Evidently they must have made up somewhere in his past. Hopefully in time he will remember these things. Stops twirling his blades and slowly he and Grievous follow the creature to his quarters.


(Had to make a short and quick post, so Matt could post his "great post" he's been talking about.)

[Redeemer]

Matthus walked into his room and sat at his "throne".

He looked at the guards in his room. Grievous's guard,in his force vision, were shadows to him since they werent alive and had no force capabilities, but at his sith guards had a dull red inside their shadowy figures.But there was a great brilliant light coming from himself. Bright redish-Black.

"Leave us guards and tell Meegan, Sa'cre, and Chroi to come here."

He looked at the other 2 causes of light. Inside the Colonel there was a bright red but it was inside his shadowy figure not shining out bright.Meening that he was force sensitive but not openly.

But Grievous was the exact opposite. His dark light was almost as bright as Matthus's and openly shining.He may not have noticed it but he was a force sensitive creature.

"Boys, if only you could see what i see. You both may not know it but you have great force potential. Colonel, you havnt even opened your abilities, but with my help you could.And Grevous." he got up and stepped over to him. "You are a brilliant light to this mask. If you allowed me to train you you could be just as, if not more powerful than I. Think about it, you being able to beat so many Jedi, and being able to survive sith training. It was not just because of your robotic advantages. But you can sense things before it hapens."

Matthus smirked at the look of suprise in the General's eyes. "Yes and i know you hate jedi ways and quite possibly the force, but think how much greater you could be. I will wait for your replies, Colonel i will get you a new "voice box". but first we have more pressing matters to attend to."

Matthus said as Sa'cre, Chroi, and Meegan walked in.

"Ah yes, as you see the mask capture was succesful. It has given me great power in my skills and knowledge.And in this Great knowledge i have learned quite possibly the most powerful darkside machine in history........ The Star Forge. A great machine said to have been destroyed in the time of Revan and Malak. But Reven came back to the darkside and took it back just before dissapearence. I dont know the exact coordinates but know were the pieces to the map is."

He saw that a few of the 5 were ready to begin the find.

" And i will need yall to start as soon as possible. General Grievous, you and the newly revived Colonel will go to the sand infested world of Tatooine. Sa'cre and Meegan, you will go to the planet Kashyyk, the wookie homeworld. Chroi, you have Manaan, the water world. I will get the one here then i will go to the heavely populated Jedi academy planet of Dantooine.Are we all clear?"

Matthus pointed to the door. "GET TO IT!!"

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

Crosses his arms, watching this figure from his past. This traitor, in his eyes. Listens to this creatures little ‘speech,’ cocking his head to the side. What was he talking about? What did he mean by “force potential?” Looks over at the General for a moment when the talking creature mentioned “robotic advantages.” That would explain a lot. He didn’t know the General had robotic parts. Robotic parts, ha! There a laugh. Little did he know that the General was a robot, in a sense. Looks down at his own left hand, not wearing gloves so the robotic hand was visible, the little leavers ticking and turning inside. This wasn’t a ‘advantage,’ that’s for sure.
Nods slightly when he mentions a new “voice box.” That he understood.
Cocks his head again, confused. What was the “The Star Forge?” Must be important. A angered look covered his face, even though it wouldn’t be visible, due to the lack of lips and eye lids, but he was angered nevertheless. And slightly confused, in that matter. Cant blame him, he was just brought back into this world after years of imprisonment. He didn’t know where he was at, all this new technology. Hell, the General was the only friendly face here. The other, the traitor, not so friendly. Foe, even. But he knew something must have happened that he doesn’t remember. Something that made them make up. Or why else would the General and him still be friends?
But that was for the confusing part. The anger was caused by this creatures ordering. Who was he, this once traitor, to order not only him, but the General around? The only way he would follow his orders were if he was a higher ranking officer. He will have to learn this by the General’s reactions. If the General listens and does as the commanding creature orders, then so will he.

[econdha]

General said:

He placed a hand on Meegans shoulder, gently moving her aside. He bowed lightly to Kroenen, knowing that he would most likely recognize Grievous. He examined the Cononel for a moment, realizing that he evidently had a slight run in with the Guards. Strom Troopers most likely, Grievous was linked to all the droids in the facility, so he had sent a wave link letting the more aggresive of his followers know Kroenen was a friend. Storm Troopers, pathetic weak excuses for shock troops.

"Welcome Kroenen," He began. "It has been a long time, no?"

Meegan moved aside at the general's touch. She bowed her head respectfully at Kroenen. She was glad someone else knew who this...person was and what to do with him.

The thing definately wasn't human. It wasn't like anything she'd ever sensed. "General, sir, should I get a change of clothes for your guest?"

[DachandesHonor]

Grievous bowed his headly lightly to Meegan. "It would be appreciated." He then turned as Matthus usured them to his quarters, it was obvious he was getting ready to make some inportant announcement. He could also see that the Sith had gained his precious little relic.

Grievous was slightly suprised that he was force capable, but he didt truely care. The anti-grav repulsors buried deep within his duranium legs made him as swift as any jedi using the force. As for tactics, well he would no longer be suprisied in battle. The sensors within his mask automatically scanned his opponant, giving him their exact skematics and preferred fighting style. His body would automatically compensate to counter that style. His "robotic" advantages combined with his own mind were quite formidable. Besides, he loathed the force with an passion only dominated by his hatred for the Jedi and their Order. As for being as powerful as Matthus, he didnt doubt he could best the sith in a saber battle, but he fully admitted that with the force, Matthus would be a treachorous opponant he would rather avoid conflict with.

Dantooine? Why would the Jedi construct and Academy there? The planet was a harsh one, nearly uninhabitable. The main Academy, with Luke Skywalker, was of course on Yavin Four. Then again, Luke Skywalker was one to be avoided. Darth Vader, the most naturally powerful sith, and powerful swordsmen had been bested by his son, Luke.

He merely nodded, Tatooine it was. He turned to Kroenen. "We'll get you the voice box first, then make our way to Tatooine. We shouldnt recieve much trouble there, and if we do...well, use your imagination."

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

Nods at the General, understanding what he said. Especially the imagination part. Looks back over at the traitor in the throne. How did a traitor earn a throne, and the Generals respect? He hoped to remember that part of his past in the future. Follows the General towards the door, stopping outside in the hallway at a small droid that was next to him. In the droids hands was like a large plate. On the plate duplicates of his old uniform, along with many other things. Reaches down to the plate a picks up the mask. Studies it over for a second. It was almost an exact duplicate of his old one. Like the one he first wore when he met the General. Looks over at the General, lifting a finger to indicate “one second,” a common gesture in his time. Turns and follows the droid to a empty room, the door closing behind them. Quickly changes into this new uniform. Amazing how the driod managed to carry so much on that little plate. Puts on the new black helmet, topping it off with his hat. Amazing, its as if they went back in time and stole it from his person. It looked exactly like his old hat. Even had the silver cross bones skull on it. Puts on the armour over the shirt of his new uniform. Puts on a pair of double stealth’s, each one long enough to carry his new vibroblades, which were specially made to be like his old ones. Practically the same, only the blades were vibroblades, so it wont break by a light saber. Notices that they feel a little heavier. Which was actually good, that would make them spin faster. Stealths the blades and cracks his neck, getting into character. Sighs, glad to have his old clothes back, so to speak. Notices his sigh… that’s odd… he heard it. It also sounded a little robotic. Feels the chin of his mask, only now noticing a small built in voice box in his mask. Terrific. Starts to put on the gloves, stopping with his left hand. Hmm, he will have to mention his old robotic left hand sometime. Puts on the other glove and picks up the trench coat, putting it on. Ah, just like old times. His uniform looked like latex, all black. But it wasn’t.
Feels a little incomplete without his Colonel badge, but quickly cheers up when he sees the last item on the plate. His Colonel medal. Picks it up and puts it on, sighing again. The door opens and he steps back out, facing the General. He once again looked like the black warrior the General first known him ass. A true figure from the past. The latex-like trench coat was tied around at his waist, letting the upper level of his shirt visible so his Colonel medal could be seen. The end of the trench coat opened up and sawed at his feet. The trenchcoat opened from his waist down, so his blade stealth’s in open for easy access. Reaches and turns the key to his heart, then stands silent for a moment. The light ticking sound of the key the only noise heard from him at the moment. Nods at the General, “Shall we make our leave now, General.”<br>

((Sorry, couldn‘t resist getting my old black uniform back. Ah, feels good to be back in character again…))

[econdha]

Something had definately happened to Matthus. His power made her knees weak. He referenced two people whose names weren't even slightly familiar. Meegan had never been good at history.

The wookie homeworld? With Sa'cre? "Yes master." She glanced at the tattooed sith lord beside her, catching his eyes and not releasing them <i>You are all that stands between me and my power.</i>

She cast a guilty look at Matthus, whom she suspected had sensed her emotion. No doubt Sa'cre was oblivious. He was so arrogant. Just because he had a natural talent and that shaved head look.

"My ship is better suited for this mission." She told Sa'cre as they left Matthus' presence. Daring him to challange her. "Port 5-1. In one hour."

She flipped the light on in the hanger. They came on in rows revealing a huge ovoid cruiser. One of only 3 left in the galaxy. The Star Adder had been a cutting edge ship its design had been too small for transport and too big for an effective fighter.

It housed as many as 10 stormtroopers and was able to fill all their needs. It was slower than most fighters and weakly sheilded. Not enough fire power to attack anything bigger than a Corellian Cruiser.

That was the stock model, though. This Star Adder was not stock model. Half of the living space had once been removed to make a hanger for a TIE fighter. Meegan had upgraded the sheilds, engines and weapons. This ship could stand against a fleet of similarly sized vessels.

She'd also added 10 times the water storage. Her mother hadn't grown up on Leetan. This was the only reason Meegan could think of for the miniscule tank that had been onboard when she'd inherited the ship. The water tank was the reason it would take an hour to be ready.

Meegan had everything she would need on the ship. Water that sat in a tank for months between uses was bad for the ship, though. She had to empty and refill the tank every time she left Korriban. It was worth it, though.

Meegan walked up the gangplank and headed for the cockpit. "Computer, start pre-flight check please. And get Jeremy out of stasis."

The computer's voice wasn't a typical droid voice, it was a young sounding male human voice. "Pre-flight started." Things began to hum to life. "Error. Pilot-unit Jeremy not in stasis. Locating...Located. Pilot-unit is in crew quarter G."

Meegan winced. If Jeremy had been wandering around for the past 3 months since she'd last used the ship, there was going to be a major mess to clean up. Plus she'd have to restock half the pantry.

Crew Quarter G was filled with white webbing. In the hallway outside were some pretty accurate imitations of an arachnid which was quickly approaching 6 feet across. "Jeremy, you could have called, you know how to work the com. Why didn't you tell me you outgrew the stasis pod on our last mission?

"Was working on something." Out of a cave made of web crawled the real 6 foot arachnid. "I'm glad you're back. Where're we going this time?" Jeremy walked out of the room, tucking in each of his 4 pairs of legs as he went past the narrow doorway, without interupting his stride.

"Kashyyyk. What was so important you couldn't call me?"

"I was upgrading the forward batteries." Jeremy stepped onto the walls where it was easier to move his bulk. Meegan followed him toward the bow.

"Were they in need of upgrade? Didn't we replace them last year?"

"They're better now."

"Else it would be a downgrade. Who's credits did you use to pay for this? And how much pay did it set me back?"

"Don't worry. I finally broke into that 'empty space' in the left quad. It was crammed full of paraphanalia. I sold it for like 4 times market rate. You won't have to worry about cash until we have to replace the sheilds."

"Be glad. Sa'cre will be coming onboard in less than an hour. I want those empty skins in the hallway gone, and this ship to be en route at a quarter after. Move your thorax!"

[DachandesHonor]

Grievous looked at him, his reptillian eyes dialating slightly in the dim light of the cooriders. "Good to here you talking again Colonel," He said. "Ill brief you slightly as to where we're going as we walk."

"Tatooine," He began, his taloned feet clicking slightly against the deck as he strode forward. "Is a pathetic excuse for a planet. Ridden with crime lords, drug dealers, bounty hunters...never a more treacherous place filled with dishonorable scum has ever been discovered. You and I, will be visiting a local crime lord by the name of Zorba the Hutt. The hutts, are slug-like, vile creatures, greedy and filthy. However, when information is needed, it is them you go to. If they with hold information, well, then we'll merely have to force it out of them."

He turned into the docking bay, pressing his metallic hand to a pad. With a hiss the door opened, reveiling Girevous's new craft Invisible Hand II, the origional ship had been destroyed during the clone wars, but Grievous had rebuilt it. The size of an Imperial Star Destroyer, the craft dominated the hangar. Piloted, and maintenanced by hundreds of droids, his craft was truely a sight to behold. Built for power and defense however, it was quite slow, and difficult to manuver. Hence why docking bays were located within the ship, holding hundreds of droid trifighters to defend of distract if neccesary.

He walked up the ramp, into the ship. Heading for the helm, he sent a wave of information through his link with the droids. The ship rumbled to life, the journey was about to begin...

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

Listens to the Generals little speech description of the planet they’re be traveling to, simply answering with a sarcastic “Sounds charming.” Though with his robotic voice the box produced, it was hard to tell when he was serious or being sarcastic.
“Forcing them sounds good to me. If we use torture maybe I’ll show you a few things we did to make them talk back in my time. Though I’m sure you have much more effective ways. Ours normally killed them before they could tell us anything.”<br>Stops once they reach the shuttle craft. Steps back to admire it. Such a fine piece of technology, indeed. Back in his time, transportation was limited. But it seems now they can travel from planet-to-planet. Fascinating. He was now facing what was once considered impossible. Of course, “ounce” for him was a very, very long time ago.
Follows the General to the ship, the quite tranquil sound being interrupted by the ticking the key in his heart made. But that noise was soon covered by a much louder, rumbling sound. Follows the General, taking time to admire to sights. Truly a remarkable craft this was indeed.
Now he could only wait. Wait for the journey that was soon to come.

[DachandesHonor]

Grievous turned slightly as they reached the helm, hearing the ticking sound once more. "That reminds me," Grievous began, then put his hand in a small pouch attached around his waist. "This, is for you." He handed Kroenen the small device, circular in shape, it was similar to a small dome. "Its to keep your heart ticking without you adjusting. Every few hours or so, it will reset the key for you."

Grievous turned back to the veiwport, preparing to take command. "Prepare to engage Hyperspace." Grievous rasped, ordering his droids to set the cooridinates for tatooine.

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Several Hours later, the mere blurr of starts and planets subsided as the star ship disengaged from Hyperspace. Grievous looked with slight disgust at the large orangish-red rock known as Tatooine.

There were very few places of interest on Tatooine, nothing special in his mind. There was the late Jabba the Hutss palace, and the Mos Eisley Cantina, aside from those nothing. Even then, those sights weren't very impressive. Still, they would need to speak to Zorba, as he would certainly know rumors of what they sought.

"Sir, we are picking up several enemy fighters heading this way at an intercept course." One of the technicians buzzed.

"Class?" Grievous asked.

"Y-wings, X-wings, and A-wings. They are accompanied by approximately six Jedi class Starfighters, General." The droid responded, all the while its metallic fingers zipping over control panels.

Grievous turned from the cruiser's forward veiwports to the weapons stations, where a pair of droids were monitering the New Republic fighters pursuit.

"Gunners, the Pepublic starfighters are not to leave this sector. Target and destroy their Hyperdrive rings. Then you are to target and destroy the x-wings first, all considerations secondary."

"Aquiring the targets," One of the droids said.

"Firing," The other said.

Grievous swung back to the veiwport in time to see the half-dozen hyperdrive rings come apart in short-lived explosions. An instant later ships began to erupt into fire balls, their fire power insufficient to penetrate the cruisers sheilds, and their hyperdrives gone, the opposing crafts had no chance of escape.

"Launch Tri-fighters to assist in the battle." Grievous commanded, watching as his droid fighters erupted from docking bays firing into the enemy lines. "Instruct three squadrens of the tri-fighter wing to target and destroy the Y-wings. Set the rest against the feeling starfighters, save for the Jedi Starfighters. The Jedi Fighters should be lured into engagement, without disentegration-even if some of our fighters are forced to succumb to enemy fire."

Grievous sharpened his gaze, watching the battle rage, explosions ripping the fabric of space, shrapnel hurtling through it as ships exploded across the vast expanses. Just a little closer...just a little closer... "Engage tractor beam now!" Grievous commanded forcefully.

Suddenly the battle stopped. All but the victorious tri-fighters and Jedi Starfighters remained, and those were now caught within the tractor beam, slowly being pulled within the belly of the ship. "Seal off all exits from the main docking bay, place Droidekas around the doors. No one goes in, no one comes out without my permission." Grievous instructed, turning to leave, gesturing Kroenen to follow him.

The jedi were trapped in the docking bay with his droids. Soon to be trapped in the docking bay with him.

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

Takes the device the General handed him. Holds it in his hand for a minute, studying it over. Attaches it to the button that turns the key to his heart.
((Sorry, I didn‘t know where it was meant to be attached. So I just made a intelligent guess.))

Stares out the large veiwport window. (If it is a window... Whatever…))
Eyes down the planet they were approaching. Was this place really capable of attaining living organisms?
“Hmm,” he began, “it looks like Mars.” Of course he didn’t expect the General to know what planet he was talking about. For all he knew, Mars was destroyed.

Watches as the fighting space crafts are destroyed. Crosses his arms behind his back, enjoying the view of this interesting battle.
Gives off a very light laugh as the defeating and captured ships are pulled in.
Turns from the veiwport, following the General, keeping his hands crossed behind his back.

((I apologize for the insufficient reply. I was kinda in a hurry...))

[econdha]

Just a note, and there's no way CK would know this. He's somehow traveled into the past. Might be interesting to let him in on that.

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

Dachande's said:

Just a note, and there's no way CK would know this. He's somehow traveled into the past. Might be interesting to let him in on that.

I did? How? First I went through time, then I got frozen, then I'm revived many years later....

[econdha]

CK came from earth or some variant thereof, right? The vast majority of our sci-fi/thriller/horror ect is based on modern or futeristic timeline. Star Wars is in the distant past.

[Col. Kroenen (retired)]

Oh? Didn't know that.
I know as much about Star Wars as George Bush knows about presidency.
If I ever need to know something, I normally just ask the General. Or Matt.